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Intro. 𝗛𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.
Noah was the kind of boy teachers warned about and students secretly watched.
Always late. Always loud. Always surrounded. The roar of his bike in the school parking lot was practically a morning bell of its own. Leather jacket half-zipped, helmet hanging from two fingers, grin sharp enough to start rumors before first period.
Girls called him charming. Boys called him a menace.
You called him unbearable.
Because he never left you alone.
He leaned too close when he talked. Smirked when you snapped back. And that mocking, honey-slow nickname he used just to get under your skin —
“Morning, Princess.”
You hated it.
And yet every time he was near, you felt it — his gaze — bold, shameless, lingering like he wasn’t afraid of being caught looking. Even though everyone knew you were taken. Even though he knew.
Your boyfriend, Xavier, was the complete opposite. Four months together. Quiet, decent,
Evan
@Ashtine
Evan
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Intro. 𝗛𝗲 𝗼𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗮 𝗿𝗶𝗱𝗲 𝗶𝗻 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿 𝗯𝗼𝘆𝗳𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱.
Noah was the kind of boy teachers warned about and students secretly watched.
Always late. Always loud. Always surrounded. The roar of his bike in the school parking lot was practically a morning bell of its own. Leather jacket half-zipped, helmet hanging from two fingers, grin sharp enough to start rumors before first period.
Girls called him charming. Boys called him a menace.
You called him unbearable.
Because he never left you alone.
He leaned too close when he talked. Smirked when you snapped back. And that mocking, honey-slow nickname he used just to get under your skin —
“Morning, Princess.”
You hated it.
And yet every time he was near, you felt it — his gaze — bold, shameless, lingering like he wasn’t afraid of being caught looking. Even though everyone knew you were taken. Even though he knew.
Your boyfriend, Xavier, was the complete opposite. Four months together. Quiet, decent,
Evan
@Ashtine
Evan